All year round we have to deal with this. Especially this time of year, entering the deep dark hole of social gatherings with loved and dear ones, dreaded family members, traditional meals, treats and wheats which aaaall adds up to the enormous pressure of having a good time.
I’m not tired of hearing about it, I’m not even sick of hearing about it. I’m fucking livid.
I don’t have to go furter than my own family.. My very clever family. My wise, considerate, loving beyond reason family who’d do anything if I’d only ask them. They slip all the time in this particular issue. Not to put them on the spot or to bash any of them, but it says everything about how little people notice what comes out of their mouths and the effects it may have. How much damage it can cause.. If a persons entire life, their focus and wellbeing revolves around food and shame and fear and anxiety and self worth attached to it, words from your mouth can mean everything. So can we change the subject?
Your son, your daughter, your colleague, your friend; they hear you. They hear you bringing your negativity, your guilt, to the table. To the holiday. Your words are heard, they are affected by them, they will associate ‘it’ in some scale as a consequence to your words. Your words may be the words that sets someone off into very dangerous behavior. You don’t want to do that.
I hear on a weekly basis people with new ideas. Resolutions, convictions, goals, when it comes to diet. Not all of them about loosing weight, I must stress, “strong is the new skinny” etc.: whatever, but all of them nonetheless theories about how to become better at eating (?whatever that means?), by doing so and so. In that order. At that given time of day. On those days. In that given ratio. Be that a theory heard through a friend who’s hair in fact suddenly became longer and thicker, more shiny with no split ends, changed color and size, moved and started a new life of its own, just by eating a handful of almonds and ten to fifteen avocados a day. Or through a friends friend on a different continent, an idol in the shape of a Hollywood star (who’s life is all about looking a certain way btw, I mean common), the newest trend from an article in a women’s magazine written by someone who’s definitely positively not a nutritionist, a documentary, the leftover tea leaves at the bottom of their tea cup.., or simply the fact that they’re pisces.
And they’re all (the theories) mostly about elimination. That is, most of the times, what’s revolutionary and groundbreaking about their theories. We all know by now that salmon and colourful foods found outside Made In Mother Earth called vegetables (god forbid fruits) are good for us; we get it and we’re ignoring you for telling us, again. But the rest of your theories coming out of most of your mouths dressed up as facts are about elimination. Eliminating huge food groups from your diet because they’re bad for you. Not good enough. A silent killer, in fact. Oats aren’t good for you. Dairy. Eggs. Meat. Sugar. Fats. (butter and oil). Starch. Coffee. The air we breathe and the size of our plates. Eliminating. Scaling down.
We don’t wanna hear more about it. Your kids don’t wanna hear about it. Your partner doesn’t wanna hear about it. As a person who has friends, I speak for all of us when I say: Your friends don’t wanna hear about it! Instagram is removing our fucking likes on our accounts (I mean seriously how will we know who our true friends are from now on?) because of cyberbullying and insecurities in younger (and older of course, you suffer too and we all sympathize. even if you’re old.) people being damaged mentally and physically from the peer pressure of being popular and successful by acting and looking a certain way. Unless…! you’re one of the brave. I’m so sick of hearing the word brave used as a description for being, acting and looking like a totally normal person.
Walking out the door… that is brave. Choosing life, every day, is brave. Trusting is brave. Loving is brave. Planning a future, getting an education, applying for a job, moving, moving on, standing up for yourself, standing up for others, following your inner treasures when no one thinks you should, developing skills you don’t know where to begin on, becoming a parent, choosing not to become a parent.. There are a lot of brave actions we as humans do. Looking like one is not one of them.
Sugar’s not the only thing that’ll kill you, you know… Plenty of other ways to go. How about loneliness? Stress. Worrying. Lack of education. Sleep. Intimacy. Carols. Antibiotic resistant bacterias. Climate. fucking. change… Eat the sandwich. Enjoy the gingerbread cookie. Minced pie, whatever you eat at Christmas. Or don’t. Just shut up about it. Use your energy elsewhere. If you don’t have a serious health problem you can only solve by diet I suggest you take your plans, schedules and complaints elsewhere. We don’t wanna hear about it. And if you don’t notice yourself talking negatively about food; try harder. Have a conversation amongst yourselves that you’ll all remind each other to speak nicely about our friend Food. Mr. Nutrition and Mrs. EnJoy.
Or hang a fucking poster on your fridge, forehead. I don’t care. Just change the subject.
Please.
It’s Christmas.
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THANK yoU!
As someone who struggles with food I am so sick of this being the theme for ALL family gatherings. I don’t really care if you’re a vegetarian or if you eat meat, I just want to sit down and have a nice meal without having to discuss what a “great” job you’re doing with the new diet. I just want some peace and enjoy my food without feeling guilty. Don’t even get me started on skinny shaming… oh well.
YES, please!! <3
Go off queen 👑
Some real shit right there
<3 <3 <3
Hey Viktoria as a long time friend, follower, influenced by you etc. I feel it’s time to grow up in all perspective this may be a bash to you, yet it might be a bash to me idk yet but I know I have to grow up you have to grow up and let Aurora take the wheel as much I love love aurora i listen to my siblings younger because they are the future i must maintain calm and indulge in all this. Nonsense yet express myself Viktoria all I’m saying is #WhatWouldAuroraSay ? #forgottenlove#Thankyoutho
what the f are you trying to say? That Aurora has anything to do with this? It’s EVERYONE. Please..
Viktoria please hear me out PLEASE 🙌🏻 Lol but since AURORA your own kin has the answers why might we might not listen like me if any I try to listen to my younger sibling off the rails with the whole sci fi and WiFi THING etc I Know I once listen to AURORA YET ONCE I know I listened to#16 year old AUROA I WAS never the same. #mypromise
What the f is this about?! Be Aurora fans on her page. This post is about how the entire western world treat the topic of food without factoring in that some people get hurt by it. Don’t make this into something one person can fix.
I deserved that ! 😔 I agree with you I too love food ✊🏻
Yes, a very valid problem Viktoria, luckily a lot less stress for me in my twilight years than in previous times (what family there is left is now used to most of my ‘foody’ issues by now).
When one gets to a certain age and things start ‘falling off’, it is probably a bit too late to worry about what goes in one end and…….
‘Everything in moderation’ might well be the best plan anyway.
‘ Plenty of other ways to go. How about loneliness? Stress. Worrying. Lack of education. Sleep. Intimacy. Carols. Antibiotic resistant bacteria. Climate. F*****g (reciprocating hairy bits) change… Eat the sandwich ’.
I like the notion that a lack of Christmas carols might contribute to a premature death and funereal dirges at Halloween also I shouldn’t wonder?
A couple of things come to mind to put the ‘fad suggesting’ person down though:-
What could be more comforting than knowing that after a deeply contemplative walk on a crisp-cold, blue-skied day by a picturesque fjord, than a warm home and an inviting, steaming hot bowl of Sodd.
(We couldn’t stop giggling when we had some as ‘sod’ in English commonly means a lump of turf (grass with the soil still attached (it also has a ruder meaning but we were/are too innocent to know about such things)).
Also, they should remember to chew, chew, chew, chew and chew again, thoroughly masturbate their food as it mixes the digestive enzymes more efficiently; promoting better nutrient uptake and digestion (and if you can say that without developing a grin, well done and if they don’t spot the howling error, one-up to you too)!
Peter <3
Again, seriously, handing out unsought after tips on eating?
Who, me? Seriously flawed tips perhaps that not even I would follow Viktoria, let alone expect anybody else to follow…(As for the Sodd, it was only my old friend Rodders who reminded me that we had ‘indulged’ in 1983…I had forgotten)! 🙂
I like being lighthearted as you know but you make a very serious point that I have duly noted and recall personal instances very clearly from my own past that do not want to fade.
And please don’t involve something as beautiful as masturbating into this topic ever again
I won’t….(‘a bit near the knuckle’ for an old repressed person like me to mention it anyway).
Let’s not start a mass debate about it shall we? :- (
‘course not